novel-bin Chapter 302: We would rather die than surrender.
Chapter 302: We would rather die than surrender.
In the black space, the violent burst of light gradually faded.
Thousands of debris float in the vast space, forming a man-made star ring belt.
The battle here is drawing to a close.
Only a few imperial warships were left floating in the water. There were huge gaps and cracks on the hulls, the damage was very serious, and explosions occurred from time to time.
On the command deck, blood flowed like a river.
The broken bodies fell in a pool of blood, and even though they were just the remains, a strong sense of oppression remained.
Giants in steel armor fought desperately, leaving tragic marks on the deck.
Keng!
Accompanied by the sound of metal plates being cut, Zhang Beihai fell heavily to the ground.
The only remaining right hand also fell to the ground, and both hands were cut off at the root.
A tall black figure walked over with a murderous look on his face, and his iron boots made a dull steel-clashing sound as they stepped on the deck.
"You are quite strong, boy, to be able to leave wounds on me."
"But that's it. This ship is mine."
Abaddon, holding the magic sword, approached grimly.
There was a broken sword stuck in his chest. It was Zhang Beihai's power sword, which almost pierced Abaddon's heart. Abaddon used his magic sword to cut off the opponent's weapon.
After hundreds of rounds of fierce fighting, Zhang Beihai was finally defeated by the great plunderer blessed by the four evil gods. One of his heart was destroyed, two of his arms were cut off, and his blood was almost drained.
Zhang Beihai spat out a mouthful of blood and said with a sad smile: "You won, but I didn't lose either."
The indicator light in the center of his power armor's chest turned red and flashed rapidly.
On the battleship's command deck, all projection screens instantly turned a blinding red, and alarms rang throughout the cabin.
Abaddon's face changed and he immediately activated the transmission device on the power armor.
"All retreat!"
After hurriedly leaving an order, Abaddon disappeared from the command deck.
Seeing their leader leaving, many elite members of the Black Legion activated their teleportation devices and retreated.
At this moment, a strong white light was violently released from Zhang Beihai and many seriously injured or even dead Astartes warriors. The expanding white light instantly engulfed the many Black Legion Chaos Space Marines in the cabin who had no time to retreat.
Then, the scarred Hope-class battleship floating in space suddenly swelled from the middle.
A ball of white light that seemed to be substantial rapidly expanded from the interior of the battleship, silently engulfing the battleship and the surrounding space within a radius of thousands of kilometers.
In the dark space, it seemed as if a white sun suddenly appeared, illuminating most of the galaxy.
Immediately afterwards, three more white suns bloomed in the darkness one after another, shining brightly against each other.
The four Hope-class motherships, surrounded by the Chaos fleet, all met their destruction by self-destruction.
Tens of thousands of kilometers away, Abaddon reappeared on the command deck of the Vengeful Spirit. Through the porthole, he looked gloomily at the four huge Imperial warships that turned into flashes in the sky.
The plasma storm caused by the critical strike bombarded the void shield of the Spirit of Vengeance. Several warships around the Spirit of Vengeance were torn apart and destroyed, but this supernatural warship protected by the power of the evil god was safe and sound.
The transmission light flickered, and a huge golden machine with a scorpion-like lower body and a human-like upper body appeared on the command deck.
As soon as it came back, the huge machine emitted an angry feminine mechanical synthesized sound.
"Ahhh! Damn it! I almost got it…"
Abaddon looked back at the robot.
"I didn't expect you to fail, Seraxia..."
Seraxia, the chief of armaments of the Black Legion and a female sage of the Dark Mechanicus, possesses extraordinary mechanical technology.
She personally led a regiment of dark mechanical troops in an attempt to capture a Hope-class mothership, but apparently like Abaddon, she failed.
The mechanical female sage said resentfully: "There's something wrong with the machine soul of that ship. Otherwise, how could a mere self-destruct system defeat me?"
After reviewing the intelligence from his subordinates, Abaddon already knew that the Legion of Hope had already installed self-destruct systems on every Space Marine and every warship.
If a Space Marine dies or their ship is captured, they can activate this system with their mind, causing it to self-destruct quickly, leaving no spoils for the enemy.
Even in this tragic way, he would drag a group of enemies down with him when he died.
Just now, in the explosion of four Hope-class motherships, the Chaos Legion lost thousands of warships and nearly ten thousand Chaos Space Marines.
The Black Legion can be said to have been seriously wounded.
The attempt to seize the enemy's giant warship completely failed, and the effort ended up with a loss.
But Abaddon was already accustomed to such small casualties and was not at all disturbed.
Although the opponent's tactics were beyond his expectations, that was all. It only surprised him slightly but did not cause him any trouble.
At this time, the situation on the space battlefield has gradually become clear.
After the starburst battle clouds, war planets, and defense satellite spirits were destroyed one after another, and after more than half of the fleet including eight Hope-class motherships were lost, the human space defense line has basically been broken.
It becomes a network full of holes, allowing enemy airdropped troops to break through at will.
The Zerg fleet received special attention from humans, Chaos and greenskins. After a fierce battle, it lost as much as 80% of its ships, leaving more than 300,000 ships. They were scattered all over the galaxy like a pile of loose sand.
The Orc fleet was reduced to a few hundred thousand people, and with their leader, the war chief, personally joining the ground battlefield, they had effectively lost unified command and were in chaos.
The Chaos fleet led by Abaddon himself became the strongest force in space at this time.
Abaddon was in no hurry to land on the ground.
He knew from the intelligence feedback from the ground troops that the battle situation on the ground was still stalemate.
The human side used decapitation tactics, which completely disrupted the battle situation.
Now the four legions on the planet Melinoe are like a pot of porridge, which is impossible to distinguish, and the chaotic battle never stops.
There is no point in entering the game now.
"All troops, listen up! Kill the bugs ahead!"
Abaddon decided to take advantage of the situation to destroy the space forces of the other three parties, allowing Chaos to completely gain control of the air.
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The capital of Melinoe, the headquarters of the Legion of Hope.
The remaining supreme commanders gathered around the conference table again.
They all had sad faces, their armors were covered with scars, and everyone had mechanical prosthetic limbs to a certain extent.
"Comrades, perhaps we have to admit a reality."
"We can no longer defend this galaxy..."
The great sage Clark sat in the chair and said solemnly.
The commanders looked at each other with heavy hearts.
Compared with the previous size of more than 30 people, the number of participants has now been reduced by half.
More than a dozen "brothers" have died in the battle.
The Space Force, in particular, has lost several expeditionary fleets in its entirety, and now has less than one-tenth of its original strength.
The ground forces also suffered heavy losses, with more than half of them reduced. Less than 100 billion of the 200 billion troops remained.